He’s a story-teller and a keyhole dweller
And a carrier of scandal
The first to come and the last to go
He’s the last to tell and the first to know
So keep one eye open wherever you go
For the carrier of scandal
And his travelling show
Keep your heart in your pocket
And a lock on your tongue
For the carrier of scandal
He ridicules your estranged friend
And he’ll be your bosom buddy
As the story goes, see the vulture gloat
And you’re picked to the bones of your body
So keep one eye open wherever you go
For the carrier of scandal
And his travelling show
Keep your heart in your pocket
And a lock on your tongue
For the carrier of scandal
To Mister-must-know and Mister-must-tell
For the wages of gossip is relentless hell
And the sentence of mute solitary
And there’s no one to talk to and no one to tell
For the carrier of scandal when he trips on the bell
Keep your heart in your pocket
And a lock on your tongue
For the carrier of scandal
And there’s no one to talk to and no one to tell
For the carrier of scandal when he trips on the bell
Keep your heart in your pocket
And a lock on your tongue
For the carrier of scandal
For the carrier of scandal
- Written by Jimmy MacCarthy
Jimmy MacCarthy 